Tests, Tests, and More Tests

OK, back to the cancer chronicles.  I have the PET scan on Monday.  I have to leave home by 6, since I must check in at 7:30.  sheesh.  It's supposed to be a day off!  Tuesday is the Echo, and I have to be there at 8.  Fine.  Whatever.  I'll drive to the hospital three days in a row.  LOL  St Luke's on the Plaza on Monday and  Tuesday, St. Luke's South on Wednesday for the surgery.

Several people have asked if they could come see me in the hospital.  Not only am I a private type person who might feel weird about that, I'm only going to be there for one night.  No need, folks.  Hit me up via text, skype, Facebook, email, etc etc.  I'll answer.

Tomorrow, several friends are going with me to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner.  It's the official "Here, do my job for a few weeks" party.  Sorry, guys.

Crabby? Party of One?

Yeah.  I'm done.  Screw this day.

Goodbye, Tuesday.  You suck.  The tribe has spoken.  You've been voted off the week.  See ya.  You didn't even make the jury this season.

Getting Organized and Easter Eggs

I went to bed at  7 last night.  I know, I know.  But I was TIRED!  Of course, this means I woke up at 12:30, so today is going to be screwed up.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll nap later.  I took advantage of the quiet hours to myself, though, to tidy up some cancer files.

I've really been taking advantage of Google's calendar functionality, as well as the spreadsheet feature.  I'm keeping track of appointments (with reminders that go straight to my phone,) mileage, co-pays, etc.  It's going to be an expensive year, and I plan to recoup some at tax time if possible.  I have to be careful, though, because some is paid with my flex account through work, which is pre-tax money, so that is not deductible.  It just takes a lot of organization.

My mom mentioned that she missed coloring Easter eggs, so I made a couple of calls and we dropped by her house yesterday afternoon.  I even sent a message to several of our mutual Facebook friends to ask them to bomb her page with pictures of Easter eggs.  LOL  Today, I'll go get the eggs from her house and make deviled eggs for our dinner.

Time for a Freak Out?

Nah.  Not really.  I'm having my moments, but I'm getting by just fine.  I did decide that next Friday is my last day at work, pre-op. I am taking the Monday and Tuesday before surgery to take care of some things, and make sure that I avoid the she-has-surgery-tomorrow-pity-face.

It's one foot in front of the other for a week and a half.  I wish I could fast forward.  No...I wish I could rewind.  No...I wish I could pause.  No...I wish I could....never mind.

A bestie sent this to me today, and it made me smile, because it's true.  Part of the time.

Sorry for the F Bomb, Mom.  Maybe you shouldn't link to this one.  I am supposed to read an 8 page document about possible side-effects/difficulties.  I couldn't make it through.  I made Kevin finish my homework.  He has to do what I say.  I have cancer.

The Date is Set

I have surgery in 2 weeks.  April 18.  I don't feel like giving details now, because I'm exhausted. We're making plans with the kids and such.  However, it's not bad news.  I'm thrilled and things are still good.  I will try to post tomorrow.  2 weeks.  This is AWESOME news.  I'm not delaying bad news.  I just need some sleep.  The outlook is amazing.

Appointment Tomorrow

Tomorrow is my appointment with the plastic surgeon.  I don't have PDAS with this appointment, and I think I know why:  This doctor isn't going to give me any bad news.  When I saw the surgeon, I didn't know what to expect.  When I saw the oncologist, I didn't know what to expect.  This is the plastic surgeon.  He's going to fix what the other one does.

Sweet!  I can go to work before my appointment, and return to work after the appointment, and I will have NO symptoms of PDAS.  No sick stomach, no shaking legs, no shortness of breath, and no rapid heartbeat.  I'm not dreading this appointment at all.  I'm just waiting to find out what's next.  Let's get this party started.

Stupid Monday

It is NOT right that I would hope for surgery soon, just to get some time off.  This day was chock full of suck.  Everyone was mad, everyone was accusatory, everyone had a chip on his/her shoulder.  I fixed what I could, apologized for the things I couldn't fix, and moved on.

Oh, and I haven't had a smoke since Thursday evening.  Yeah.  I know.  Maybe that's why I'm crabby, but point it out or tell me how good it is for me, and I'll cut you deep.

Really?  Smoking is bad?  It smells bad?  It's expensive?  It's a health hazard?  Wow.  I had NO idea!

Sorry.  I'm crabby.  Stop being stupid, stop pitying me, stop lecturing me, stop ordering stuff you don't want, and stop being SO happy that I quit smoking.

Just quit it.